“Shield Of Words” Finished

Shield Of Words

I was sitting in the car, waiting for Jon to get his blood drawn when the image came to me.

I saw her very clearly.  She was holding a long shield covering the left side of her body.  Her right hand was up and a moth was flying from it.  The shield was made of words.

I had just become aware of how powerful my words really are.  How they protected me.   They weren’t harsh words, or particularly smart or cunning words.

They were just the truth.

It was during an email with my brother I experienced this.  At the time I was in therapy working on my fear of being drawn into my family’s dynamic, a system that no longer worked for me. I was having an email conversation with my brother, who I have very little contact with, when I felt the old fear rising up.

I knew how I was supposed to respond,  the family script is deeply ingrained.  But instead of doing what was expected, I responded in a way that was best for me.  It was also during this time that I saw just how deep my fear was.  That even though I didn’t understand it all, I felt it.  And instead of making excuses for my brother and the way things were usuallyd done, or blaming myself,  I trusted that feeling.

That’s when I knew that my words, my truth, could protect me.

So when I saw the image of the woman and the shield of words, I got it immediately.  But I still wasn’t certain about the meaning of the moth.

Moths have recently visited me in my dreams, a few times in my studio this summer and had manifested in my art.  So I knew it was an important part of the image. But no matter how many times I searched its meaning in books and online, the symbolism was still elusive to me.

Then my cousin, who I haven’t seen in years, but am in touch with on Facebook sent me a message she found about the meaning of moth. The next day, Donna, who reads my blog, sent me a link to the same site…

“Moth medicine’s meaning is resurrection and transformation. A moth represents tremendous change, but it also seeks the light. Thus, moth spiritual meaning is to trust the changes that are happening and that freedom and liberation are around the corner.”

For the first time, the moth made sense to me. Then I read further on World Birds and found….”The cocoon of a moth represents bindings and trap, but once it emerges, the adult moth seeks light and liberation. This is very much symbolic of a soul of man that is drawn to Knowledge and Ultimate Truth.”

If my words were my shield, my protection, the moth was my means of moving on.  Moth represented letting go of the fear and moving into my new life more fully and the freedom that comes with that.

When I began making this piece my first idea was that it would be about 20×24 inches.  But as I brought it into the real world, it needed to be bigger and bigger.  And it was only after I stitched the woman’s face that I realized she resembled me.

Today I sewed a backing onto”Shield Of Words”  with my signature stitched on it.  I believe it’s sold, but if that doesn’t work out, I will be selling her and will let you all know.

You can see my whole process of making Shield of Words from the beginning here.

My Words, My Truth, My Thinking, Seeing with my own eyes, My Song,  My Beliefs, My knowing, My Decisions, My Choices, My Mistakes, My Dance, My Responsibility.  

My Fisheye and Macro Lenses

Red Grandma’s Scraps Potholders that I made yesterday.  Those are the scraps of the scraps flowing out of the garbage pail.

When I got my iPhone 11, the one thing I really missed was my Moment Lens.  I had a fisheye lens and a macro lens, that I used a lot and got used to having.

The iPhone 11 has a fisheye setting, but it doesn’t take the same photos as the lens can.  There were times when I wanted to take a picture and knew I could get it if I only had my fisheye lens, but couldn’t.  It was the same with the macro lens.

I gave up thinking I’d ever get those photos, but I didn’t give up seeing them in my mind and knowing the picture I was missing.

Then, last week I was telling Jon how much I missed the lenses and he looked online and saw that I could use the same lenses with my iPhone 11.  He ordered me a lens, then I went to the Moment website and saw the special cases that would allow me to attach the lenses.

I had looked for a case and lenses when I first got my iPhone 11 but didn’t see them at that time.

I bought the case and Jon got me the maco lens and I found my old fisheye lens in my desk drawer.

So now I have my lenses back.

This morning I used my fisheye lens to take this photo of the red Grandma’s Scraps Potholders I made yesterday and this afternoon I took my lenses into the woods.

It’s so good to have them back.

Suzy’s Scarf and Another Shawl, On Its Way

Kitty wearing the scarf she bought from Suzy

My friend and artist Kitty Farnham, who introduced me to Bellydancing bought Suzy’s Rose Campion Scarf.  She sent me this photo of her wearing it, which I passed on to Suzy.

All of Suzy’s shawls and scarves sold quickly.

And now Suzy is almost finished with another shawl.  This one is made with some of my sheep, Asher’s wool (the deep brown wool below).  When it’s done I’ll be selling it on my blog too.

The new Shawl Suzy is working on.

Blue Grandma’s Scraps Potholders For Sale

Bud, the maple tree and my latest batch of Blue,Grandma’s Scraps Potholders.  For sale here.

This is one of Bud’s favorite spots to sit in the backyard.  He watches the tree and foundation of my studio and barn for any sign of movement from chipmunks and mice.

Today he stayed close as I hung my Grandma’s Scraps Potholders on the big old Maple.

These potholders all come from the blue scraps that Crik sent me, which belonged to her Grandmother.

They’re $20 each and it’s $5 shipping for one or more. You can see them all up close and buy them in my Etsy Shop, just click here. 

Grandma’s Scraps Potholder XX
Grandma’s Scraps Potholders XVI

Heroes Work Here

The sign that Jon and I made for the Mansion blew away in the last wind storm.

They wanted another so this afternoon I made one. You might notice that the orange paint is the same color as the dining room table that the sign is on.  That’s because I once again raided the leftover paint in the basement to make it.

The light blue is from the bathroom walls, the dark blue from our Little Free Library and the green from the living room.

I still have plenty of paint left, so the next time the sign disappears, I’ll be able to make another.  I’ll keep making them as long as the people at the Mansion want them.

Liz Gets Her Quilt

Liz and Barb with the quilt I made for Liz

Liz came to shear the sheep this afternoon with her mother Barb.

I gave her the quilt I made from the fabric she had laying around for about ten year.  She meant to make the quilt herself, but never got around to it.

Liz is the kind of woman who would rather clean out the barn than sit at a sewing machine.

“Did you see the pictures of the sheep I sent”, she asked me.  I hadn’t.  Liz told me she’d be coming back next week with the sheep she’s giving me.  I pulled her message up on my phone and saw pictures of three sheep instead of two.

“You don’t have to take them all,” she said. “I just don’t want to have to send the small brown ewe to market so you can have her too if you want”.

Well, you can just imagine what I said to that.

So it looks like I’ll soon have three new Romney’s instead of two.   Each one of them is a different color.

Then she told us that she was thinking of breeding her Border Collie, the one Jon fell for when we visited Liz in the spring.  “Do you want a puppy if I do?” she asked Jon.

A crinkly smile lit up Jon’s whole face.  “Just what I need, he said, another Border Collie who doesn’t herd sheep.” But his smile said something else.

Liz insisted on not charging me for today’s shearing.  She said it was part of the trade.  I feel like we both think we got the better deal.





Short Days

With the shorter days, I have a harder time getting up in the morning and I want to go to bed earlier.  But I do like being in my studio when it’s dark out and the weather is still warm.

My studio is a cozy place and the warm yellow light glowing through the windows is always inviting.

Grandma’s Scraps Potholders, Purple and Orange

A wet pile of Grandma’s scraps.  This batch is purple and orange…

I started late only getting to my studio in the afternoon, after working at the Co-op in the morning.

But the work was just right, calming and meditative in its predictable sequence of ironing, sorting, and piecing.

I left one potholder on my worktable unfinished tonight.  I just didn’t know where to go with it. But I know I will in the morning.

“Shield of Words”, Tea Staining

I tea stained the face and hand of the woman on my Shield of Words yesterday but didn’t get to post it before going to Bellydancing.

And when I get home from Bellydancing I’m always too tired to do much of anything besides eat dinner and fall into bed.

I gave her two coats of tea staining and I’m very happy with how it turned out.  I had to be careful to apply the tea in thin lines to make sure it didn’t bleed outside the stitching.  But I played around with it enough to get it right.

Now that it’s dry I’ll be able to sew the backing on and then it will be done.

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